Chapter 5
'…Actually – I believed I was in love…up until I helped –him- I didn't no what love was – I was foolish, I should have known not to believe in me ending up with the red head…'
"Granger?" Draco said creeping into the room slowly.
"Go away Malfoy." She spat out her sobs relevant in the words. He frowned, but kept moving. As he reached her bed he said softer this time,
"Granger, are you alright?" She just sobbed even louder. Hesitating slightly he put a pale hand on the small of her back and slowly rubbed. It was a comfort thing his mother did to him when he was younger.
Hermione's crying slowed to a dull weeping and soon he stopped and asked her to sit up.
"Now- what happened." She told him everything, how she thought she had loved him, how he had broken her heart by dating Lavender and how Parvarti had gossiped to Lavender about what he'd done and then tried to comfort her.
"It just makes me hate myself even more." Hermione finished eyes dry and red rimmed.
"Even more?" Hermione nodded. And then she spilled…
"I've always been known as the book worm, never the good kisser- or even the bad kisser- I've never been asked out, except by Krum. And teachers always say what a respectable role model of a student I am…well I don't want to be known like that anymore! Im sick of it." She then burst into more tears and Draco actually pitied her.
"Granger…I never thought of you as only that." He was quiet but loud in Hermione's ears.
"What?"
"I mean…I have never liked you but I always thought you were good with guys, I mean your two best friends were guys…popular guys. To everyone else-" He added hastily. Hermione felt the corner of her lips turn upwards but refused to smile. Coughing, embarrassed, she said,
"Well we better get to work. Come on, we'll go to the Room of Requirements." She wiped her eyes and led the way…